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At
breakfast
,
and
while
they
were
packing
the
few
remaining
articles
,
he
showed
his
weariness
from
the
night
’
s
effort
so
unmistakeably
that
Tess
was
on
the
point
of
revealing
all
that
had
happened
;
but
the
reflection
that
it
would
anger
him
,
grieve
him
,
stultify
him
,
to
know
that
he
had
instinctively
manifested
a
fondness
for
her
of
which
his
common
-
sense
did
not
approve
;
that
his
inclination
had
compromised
his
dignity
when
reason
slept
,
again
deterred
her
.
It
was
too
much
like
laughing
at
a
man
when
sober
for
his
erratic
deeds
during
intoxication
.
It
just
crossed
her
mind
,
too
,
that
he
might
have
a
faint
recollection
of
his
tender
vagary
,
and
was
disinclined
to
allude
to
it
from
a
conviction
that
she
would
take
amatory
advantage
of
the
opportunity
it
gave
her
of
appealing
to
him
anew
not
to
go
.
He
had
ordered
by
letter
a
vehicle
from
the
nearest
town
,
and
soon
after
breakfast
it
arrived
.
She
saw
in
it
the
beginning
of
the
end
—
the
temporary
end
,
at
least
,
for
the
revelation
of
his
tenderness
by
the
incident
of
the
night
raised
dreams
of
a
possible
future
with
him
.
The
luggage
was
put
on
the
top
,
and
the
man
drove
them
off
,
the
miller
and
the
old
waiting
-
woman
expressing
some
surprise
at
their
precipitate
departure
,
which
Clare
attributed
to
his
discovery
that
the
mill
-
work
was
not
of
the
modern
kind
which
he
wished
to
investigate
,
a
statement
that
was
true
so
far
as
it
went
.
Beyond
this
there
was
nothing
in
the
manner
of
their
leaving
to
suggest
a
FIASCO
,
or
that
they
were
not
going
together
to
visit
friends
.
Their
route
lay
near
the
dairy
from
which
they
had
started
with
such
solemn
joy
in
each
other
a
few
days
back
,
and
as
Clare
wished
to
wind
up
his
business
with
Mr
Crick
,
Tess
could
hardly
avoid
paying
Mrs
Crick
a
call
at
the
same
time
,
unless
she
would
excite
suspicion
of
their
unhappy
state
.
To
make
the
call
as
unobtrusive
as
possible
they
left
the
carriage
by
the
wicket
leading
down
from
the
high
road
to
the
dairy
-
house
,
and
descended
the
track
on
foot
,
side
by
side
.
The
withy
-
bed
had
been
cut
,
and
they
could
see
over
the
stumps
the
spot
to
which
Clare
had
followed
her
when
he
pressed
her
to
be
his
wife
;
to
the
left
the
enclosure
in
which
she
had
been
fascinated
by
his
harp
;
and
far
away
behind
the
cowstalls
the
mead
which
had
been
the
scene
of
their
first
embrace
.
The
gold
of
the
summer
picture
was
now
gray
,
the
colours
mean
,
the
rich
soil
mud
,
and
the
river
cold
.
Over
the
barton
-
gate
the
dairyman
saw
them
,
and
came
forward
,
throwing
into
his
face
the
kind
of
jocularity
deemed
appropriate
in
Talbothays
and
its
vicinity
on
the
re
-
appearance
of
the
newly
-
married
.
Then
Mrs
Crick
emerged
from
the
house
,
and
several
others
of
their
old
acquaintance
,
though
Marian
and
Retty
did
not
seem
to
be
there
.
Tess
valiantly
bore
their
sly
attacks
and
friendly
humours
,
which
affected
her
far
otherwise
than
they
supposed
.
In
the
tacit
agreement
of
husband
and
wife
to
keep
their
estrangement
a
secret
they
behaved
as
would
have
been
ordinary
.
And
then
,
although
she
would
rather
there
had
been
no
word
spoken
on
the
subject
,
Tess
had
to
hear
in
detail
the
story
of
Marian
and
Retty
.
The
later
had
gone
home
to
her
father
’
s
and
Marian
had
left
to
look
for
employment
elsewhere
.
They
feared
she
would
come
to
no
good
.
To
dissipate
the
sadness
of
this
recital
Tess
went
and
bade
all
her
favourite
cows
goodbye
,
touching
each
of
them
with
her
hand
,
and
as
she
and
Clare
stood
side
by
side
at
leaving
,
as
if
united
body
and
soul
,
there
would
have
been
something
peculiarly
sorry
in
their
aspect
to
one
who
should
have
seen
it
truly
;
two
limbs
of
one
life
,
as
they
outwardly
were
,
his
arm
touching
hers
,
her
skirts
touching
him
,
facing
one
way
,
as
against
all
the
dairy
facing
the
other
,
speaking
in
their
adieux
as
“
we
”
,
and
yet
sundered
like
the
poles
.
Perhaps
something
unusually
stiff
and
embarrassed
in
their
attitude
,
some
awkwardness
in
acting
up
to
their
profession
of
unity
,
different
from
the
natural
shyness
of
young
couples
,
may
have
been
apparent
,
for
when
they
were
gone
Mrs
Crick
said
to
her
husband
—
“
How
onnatural
the
brightness
of
her
eyes
did
seem
,
and
how
they
stood
like
waxen
images
and
talked
as
if
they
were
in
a
dream
!
Didn
’
t
it
strike
‘
ee
that
’
twas
so
?
Tess
had
always
sommat
strange
in
her
,
and
she
’
s
not
now
quite
like
the
proud
young
bride
of
a
well
-
be
-
doing
man
.
”
